"Law without compassion is not justice."
"Your own expectations of others mislead you more than anothers deceptions ever will."

What you see:
Race: Half Elf Human
Sex: Male, Masculine.
Age: Middle aged, but marked by wisdom.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 240 (Solid, toned)
Hair: Dark, near black.
Eyes: Grey with a gold-ish mark in the right iris. (pm for close inspect)
Beard: Close cropped.
Over all appearance: This man is well kept, to a military precision, though is hair may be long, it is clean. His clothing, armor and blade are all kept clean and well repaired, the leather oiled, and the steel polished. The marks and grain are evidence of his care, and it seems a daily ritual.

Everything about this man seems orderly, spare, and practical, though kindly, from his movements, to his gestures and even the tone of his barratone voice.

In Uniform: Havoek wears his uniform well, the leather pants, boots and form fitted, partly armored jacket are all of the same bleack leather. The fittings and buckles of his boots are of brightly polished steel to a silvery finish. the tabs of his jacket collar are decorated with two silver ravens facing inward, and the lapels bear the scales and hammer of Tyr also in silver.

Relaxed: If you should see Havoek being still, he could possibly be found with a very worn book in his hands, and reading glasses on the bridge of his broken nose. Those able to read Runic, or Futhark would easily recognize the word 'Havamal' in flecking gold inlay along the spine of this aged leather bound book.

Anything more, you will simply have to experience to know.
Tell friendly, actually encouraged and prefered in some cases.